No smell of the sea not of heather no
Just a basement of spooky word where they read what they please
Every hint we exchange hollow forms empty show

Maybe out past the edge where the cold is beginning
There's the shape of a dream left unsung silently
play stupid games win stupid prizes

Raindrops falling tale of woe
Just a piece of data nothing more to show
Melancholy bytes a saddening sight
Singing bots to sleep tonight